Czech these out: František Kupkas Nocturne (1910) and Lines, Areas, Depth (1913-23) together with the Adagio of Josef Suks Serenade for Strings (1892, the Adagio begins @11:58). Two decades—and the invention of the automobile, airplane, and global warfare—cannot eclipse the close bond between these two artists from the province of Bohemia. Both of them embrace their dearest masters (Van Gogh, Klimt/Brahms, Dvořák), carrying their insights into farther fields of lyrical inquiry, where shape and color reign for their own gorgeous sakes, and steadily rain, and never rein. For me, the Bohemian element attaches to both image and sound in wave upon wave of darkness, attended stroke for stroke by sensuous delight. How can so much spiritual distress be coincident with so much acute and pleasurable observation, wielded in the very act of confronting the crisis? Ask Kafka. Ask the poet Holub. Ask the novelist Kundera. It is a Czech miracle, made possible by much national suffering, transformed by a handful of artists into wisdom. Suk and Kupka lived and worked many years more, but neither of them surpassed the truthful reckoning of angels and demons given here. https://youtube/watch?v=T8FHcALy9hI
Posted on: Wed, 29 Oct 2014 12:53:49 +0000
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